Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 160 The Grand Finale (9)
After listening, Murong Heng watched Huo Ruge's black eyes flicker slightly, but he only smiled, put a piece of broken silver into the boss's hand, then took her wrist and left.

"I have a question I've always wanted to ask you." When he was about to approach the city gate, Murong Heng's voice suddenly came from beside him.His tone was very casual, with a smile and warmth in his voice, it sounded like the spring breeze had slipped into his heart, warm and coaxing.

"Why are you so obsessed with freedom?" As he said that, Murong Heng suddenly lowered his deep eyes, looked at Huo Ruge, stared straight into her flesh and blood, her soul.

Hearing this, Huo Ruge paused first, then put away his eyes glued to him, turned to look at the city gate ahead, and asked deeply, "Why are you so obsessed with power?"

There was no response, Murong Heng smiled indifferently, his smile was still overwhelming, but his eyes were stained with a meaningful thin blade.

Seeing this, Huo Ruge didn't go to the bottom of it, just smiled and didn't answer, his usual trick.

After leaving the city, I came to the open grassland by the river in the outskirts.The blurred silhouettes of the two were reflected in the river water, and the turbulent water could not reveal the expressions of the two, only two undulating afterimages, one black and one blue, sometimes shattered and sometimes merged, looking both real and illusory.

The breeze blew the treetops, and lifted the waist-length hair of the two standing by the river, one in front and one behind.The black hair is thick and black, like ink stains that have been condensed in cold water for a long time, and also like the sky in the middle of the night.

Without continuing the topic just now, Huo Ruge's footsteps moved forward with the slight cold wind, the spool in his hand was slowly turning, pulling the paper kite that seemed to fly high into the sky, extending the distance little by little .

Standing still, Murong Heng looked at her, even though he was no stranger to Zhiyuan, he had never personally tried this so-called folk game.Born in the emperor's family, the primary task is to save one's life. As for the others, what are those?

Emperor, has always been a word pursued by thousands of people, as if it was born covered with gold foil, shining brightly, which fascinates countless people.And all the glory and brilliance wrapped in the appearance is just a mirage, an illusion.When you touch it, you will fall into the abyss, leaving no bones left.

Before meeting Huo Ruge, what he sacrificed was his childhood.Or, to put it more accurately, he had no childhood at all.

Perhaps it was because the distraction took a long time, when Murong Heng came back to his senses, the paper kite that was just flying above Huo Ruge's head had long since turned into a distant point in the light blue sky, even if he looked far away, he couldn't see it clearly.

Looking in the direction of Huo Ruge from a distance, Murong Heng's dark and narrow phoenix eyes flashed a touch of tenderness that he hadn't even noticed.

Those eyes were as soft as streams and soft water, like the summer wind in May. The charming stream that crushed one glance poured all over her body, coating her from head to toe with a layer of light called nostalgia, and finally converged into a picture in his eyes. , burned into the blood.

With his long legs, he walked towards her, and just as he walked behind her, her arm suddenly shook strangely.

"The thread is broken..." She murmured, seemingly inadvertently.

His silence is intentional.Then he secretly curled his lips, revealing a touch of helplessness and self-deprecation.

When did he start to worry about gains and losses like a woman...

As if he didn't notice Murong Heng's approach at all, Huo Ruge's brows slightly raised when he turned his gaze and touched him, although it was a very brief start, but he was always within his sight range.

"The thread is broken?" Asked with a smile, Murong Heng's expression was always soft, his deep eyes were as pure as water, no flaws could be seen.

"Broken." Nodding, Huo Ruge shrugged, and the hand holding the spool was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where to put it on his body, so he just let it hang down silently, letting the winter wind that had not subsided blow the end of the broken thread, A touch of bleakness is blown out of this beautiful composition.

"I'll go pick it up."

Her voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, he was taken aback for a long time without moving his lips, thinking that he had heard it wrong.Only when the people around him waded past him like running water did they come back to their senses, the words just now were not an illusion.

Grabbing her wrist suddenly, Murong Heng wanted to stop her, after all the kite flew so high and where it landed was so unclear, and the winter wind was getting stronger, trying to find the kite was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I'll accompany you..." The words of resistance turned into approval, Murong Heng smiled wryly, but it was a bit sweet.

The speed of the two is not fast, as if they are not in a hurry to find the paper kite that flew off the line.Until the sun went down, the two of them didn't even finish walking along the river.

"When are you leaving?" Huo Ruge asked, but his eyes never drifted to Murong Heng.

Looking down at the person beside him, he raised his eyebrows: So she knew about it early on.

"Tomorrow." He replied, without any concealment, simply and neatly, without even hesitating a single syllable.

"When..." Huo Ruge's voice suddenly became a little deeper, she paused, then stopped, looked at Murong Heng, and after squirming her lips, said with difficulty: "Come back."

Hearing the sound, Murong Heng was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to caress her cold cheek, and replied with a smile: "Soon." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her equally cold lips, but the tip of his tongue tasted a hint of bitterness and saltiness. .

He knew very well that he was worrying her again.But even so, there are some things that must be done by him, and it is precisely because of this that he can truly be able to protect her.

And now, no matter what is going to happen, there must be patience.I can only...be patient.

The night after returning home, the two did not share the bed.According to Huo Ruge, Murong Heng wants to abstain from sex.

What she said was so serious that he didn't want to refute it.It was just tossing and turning all night, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Also having not slept all night, Huo Ruge got up suddenly, and called out in a low voice: "Que in the Cloud." Almost at the same time, a black shadow flashed into the room, and went straight to her bed.

At this very moment, Huo Ruge was sitting by the bed, his eyes flashed darkly in the dark night before dawn, revealing an elusive halo.

"I ordered you to investigate, but have you found out?"

"The people who monitor the palace are divided into three layers: inside, outside, and outside. Without exception, these people are all masters of lightness kung fu. Although they don't have solid internal skills, they are first-class running experts."

Even if he is discovered, can he escape in the first time...

Hearing the information from Yun Zhongque's mouth, Huo Ruge pursed his lips, and his eyes in the darkness became slightly lowered.

"Just one thing, it's a little strange." In the darkness, Yun Zhongque's voice sounded again, his voice was a little confused and hesitant.

"You say so."

(End of this chapter)